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The mother of ducks

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Every day, right before sunset, something wonderful happens in the village of Dhonokandi. As the western sky grows rosy pink, and the paddy fields on the east turn deep green, hundreds of brown little dots are suddenly seen scrambling in the horizon. Within minutes, a flock of quacking ducks approach the main road, and amongst read more

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